Tina M. Ohalek - Filaments of Reality lyrics

The casts of reality a glow of crisp stance In smooth surface of texture soon to crinkle Mere mortal man exposed to whom he is We tarry often to the extreme of what is to be In a playful role of facades I look past the roles to see the heart Peering with eyes of a diligent nature As to how I see filaments of reality Man is who he is, we must respect the true heart...